What Ana Does

My Lips are Sealed I've got a little secret ... and I'm not able to tell. This is very hard for me. I should not be trusted with confidential information because I want -- NEED -- to tell someone. Especially if its good. Really good. Bad secrets are easier, I'll make myself forget them (and I'm super good at forgetting). But good secrets? Forget it. Dave will know within the day, at the least. And then maybe someone at work ... and it spirals from there.   Anyway don't ask me any questions because I don't know anything!!! But, really, it's just a small secret. Not a big deal. I just can't tell. 

I'm often reminded of how much I can't live without my Amazon.com account. It's every working mom's best friend. It's because of my account, and Prime subscriptions, that I only need a monthly trip, if that, to Target. Less errands makes me a happy Mom. I've got subscription services set up for paper towels, laundry soap and dish washer liquid. And I buy them in bulk, so I only have to think about it every few months. I have a bunch of wish lists created for new books and stuff that catches my eye, to look at later. And a list of Holiday Gifts -- which is especially helpful when the kids find a toy they MUST HAVE. I scan the barcode into my Amazon iPhone app and the toy is added to their list. Works every time! (I'll decide later if I'll really buy it.) The two-day free shipping through Prime insures that gifts get where they need to go quickly -- like on time for my nieces birthday or that I get snorkels delivered the day before our trip to A...

The Rental. Would You Call That Mini? Long story short: this young girl hit my Prius in the parking lot and put a little crack in my bumper. This resulted in going to an autobody shop and having it fixed, thus forcing me to rent a car for the two days.  The rental place only had a van. He called it a “minivan” but there was nothing mini about this vehicle. The kids loved it, of course, and I left work a little early to pick them up on the first day – so I could watch the joy in their eyes as they jumped in. “These people,” Alice said motioning to the other cars on the road, “think this is our car. They don’t know that we have to give it back.” After two days of driving around I find it incredulous that people actually own these monster vehicles and use them on a daily basis. I didn't trust my blind spots, so drove slower. I had a hard time parking in urban Evanston. I lumbered around turns and there was almost no pickup when entering the highway. And I was so distracted b...

Since I posted the picture of my new Family Room curtains and mentioned their relationship to the blue wall directly across from it, I figured you might need a refresher on what the heck I'm talking about. So, here you go: Window Wall: "Well, hello!" TV Wall: "Welcome to the Neighborhood, Good Lookin'!" Now, just imagine the beige walls painted a bright white! Perfection! Related posts: More about my Family Room